From the depths of the night that covers me, Black as pitch from side to side, I thank all the gods For my indomitable soul. In the fierce grip of circumstance, I have not cowered, nor cried out. Beneath the blows of chance, My head bleeds, but does not bow. Beyond this vale of wrath and tears, Looms the horror of shadows, But still, the menace of the years finds me, and will find me, undaunted. No matter how narrow the door, Nor how laden with punishment the book. “Invictus,” by William Ernest Henley Because nothing can take away my inner strength. I may be wounded, but I do not give in. Fate may try to break me, But I choose who I am. I decide how I will live, How I will react, And who I choose to be